Tickle Your Heart's Funny Bone

So Proud

The other night, I woke up to this weird chirping noise right next to my hip. And then I realized something was scratching at my bedding. So I poked Mr. Honey. “Do you hear that?”

The chirping got louder, accompanied by more rustling sheets and a plaintive meow.

“Yep,” Mr. Honey said. “Saffron’s talking in her sleep.”

I don’t know what the cat was dreaming, but I’d guess it was something about a bird or a squirrel or a bunny or a turtle outside the window. Except based on the way she was thrashing her tail about and chirp-meowing, she probably got her little kitty claws into it in her dreams.

Feeling kinda sorry for her, I reached out to pet her. Mental note: cats are still animals and don’t like to be touched by things in their sleep. She took off like, well, Jinx after she sees her shadow. I don’t think she came back to bed the rest of the night. Poor kitty.

But it’s pretty nifty that my cat talks in her sleep too. I wonder if she got it from me?